ashtanga yoga etc.

girly

So, continuing my recent trends of “becoming more and more girly,” I joined the husband on a jaunt downtown yesterday. He wanted to go to CCS, and while my normal reaction would be to cruise with him and browse the flipflops and hats, the new girlie-girl in me saw a SALE sign at Avanti. So I ditched him and shopped for jeans instead.

True to the norm, I tried on about 50 pairs before finding a few that fit correctly. However, I’d usually storm out in frustration after the first 5. Yesterday, I persevered. Must be the yoga.

And while the rational Jenna wanted to get the ho-hum jeans that look like every other pair I own except in a slightly darker wash, the new girly Jenna wanted some “Blazin Saddles” rock ’em sock ’em wowie-zowie jeans so that everyone will look at my ass.